It's a relief to be in company who laughs - I enjoy laughter, the unexpectedness of it, the delight it defines, the many intonations it can possess. I have always laughed easily, and I have always sought to draw laughter from others - to put them at ease, to soothe and to simply enjoy - it is often forgotten just how much a simple laugh can heal old scars, can help one move on from trauma, from heartache.
I find myself seeking out laughter a lot, recently. A deep desire to find it, to cling to it, to wring it out until there is none left - if it allows me to move on from the recent life-changing events that have occurred, I will gladly immerse myself in it.
And so I let the delight from meeting yet another companion fill me, I let the ease at which I converse with this new lass buoy my spirits, I simply let myself be, and try not to dwell on all the implications that both my history and hers try to overwhelm, to consume, to swallow me whole. I focus on the moment, the present, on the simple task that is go out and pick up vegetables for the landlord - when did such a task become so complicated?
"Ah, nostalgia, that old gem," I quip lightly, nodding along with her words, holding my tongue, longing to call nostalgia a bitch that likes to stab you in the back with dark despair when you least expect it - but I cling to the laughter instead, and push on with the present project.
"Ah, yes, briefly. I attended a lecture given by Jigano which I found most fascinating, and before I returned home-" (huh, first time I've called Halo that - not sure how I like it) "- I explored the woodland on the outskirts a bit," I respond to her question, pausing with a half-grin on my face as I meet her gaze. "Lovely place. Reminds me of camping trips I used to take back in Oz."
We continue walking, about halfway to the lodge. I set an easy pace - there is no rush, at least for me, and Kiada seems keen to meander about just as much as I am.
I find myself seeking out laughter a lot, recently. A deep desire to find it, to cling to it, to wring it out until there is none left - if it allows me to move on from the recent life-changing events that have occurred, I will gladly immerse myself in it.
And so I let the delight from meeting yet another companion fill me, I let the ease at which I converse with this new lass buoy my spirits, I simply let myself be, and try not to dwell on all the implications that both my history and hers try to overwhelm, to consume, to swallow me whole. I focus on the moment, the present, on the simple task that is go out and pick up vegetables for the landlord - when did such a task become so complicated?
"Ah, nostalgia, that old gem," I quip lightly, nodding along with her words, holding my tongue, longing to call nostalgia a bitch that likes to stab you in the back with dark despair when you least expect it - but I cling to the laughter instead, and push on with the present project.
"Ah, yes, briefly. I attended a lecture given by Jigano which I found most fascinating, and before I returned home-" (huh, first time I've called Halo that - not sure how I like it) "- I explored the woodland on the outskirts a bit," I respond to her question, pausing with a half-grin on my face as I meet her gaze. "Lovely place. Reminds me of camping trips I used to take back in Oz."
We continue walking, about halfway to the lodge. I set an easy pace - there is no rush, at least for me, and Kiada seems keen to meander about just as much as I am.
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